We’ve had some rain. Working in the garden was out of the question – boggy, muddy mess.
Blue bird house
We built some blue bird houses.
We watched golf.
We went shopping for kayak paddles.
We waited for the sun.
Is that sun to the West?
I don’t care if it rains!
We needed the rain…but we are glad that the sun has returned!
Rain, hitting the roof
Rhythmic staccato patters
There’s rain in my barrow, dear Liza, dear Liza
There’s rain in my barrow, dear Liza, a LOT!
Photo from a Spring Rain…but there are similarities
Rain peppering the red metal roof
Sends punctuated, pinging proof
That the weather outside
Keeps the people inside
Or risk getting soaked through-n-through like a goof
Now for a few garden updates.
Soggy weekends are bittersweet. A farmer or gardner, really, should never complain about rain. Rain will make or break our plantings. I love rain. I am grateful for it. It does put me behind. And being organized this year – having a weekly planner with activities down to the day – being behind makes me antsy and sweat. Just a little. Maybe more than a little. But I won’t ever tell. Except I just did. Oh well. Moving on, there is a benefit to rain aside from its nourishing properties – it makes weeding easier. Those nasties just fly right out of the ground with less than usual effort. Working in a gentle rain can even be relaxing. Though you get wet, somehow you don’t notice it as much. It is revitalizing. Maybe it rekindles some youthful spirit. Of some time on yon when you actually went out in the rain to play. At any rate, we did not let the rain get us down. No sirree. We worked on.
Amazingly, I had a volunteer show up to help. Yes. I know. To help weed. Yes. Someone came over to help with the weeding. Shannon, a friend of the farm. She worked hard and was an amazing help. I was most grateful. See, there are good things that happen on rainy days!
Shannon weeding the onions
All of the plants (and weeds) are looking great under the row covers. The broccoli is coming along. The leaves are such a lovely green.
Some of the potato plants are even starting to flower. The only problem is that despite having row covers, the Colorado potato beetles still found their way to our new potato plants. while weeding and hilling the potato plants, I did the best I could to pick beetles, larvae and eggs all off. They either went into a bucket with neem oil solution (organic pesticide) or they were squashed. Harsh, I know, but it is a battle with those guys. They decimated our plants last year.
Potato beetle eggs on a lambsquarter leaf
Potato beetles swimming in neem
I also gave up the battle with the Wonder Dogs. Flo-Jo just giggles at the deer fencing. I swear that dog is a cockroach. She squishes small and squirms her way under the fencing. Somewhere. Poor Franklin gets left on the other side just whining. They had a full weekend and just wanted to be close. So, GAP (good agricultural practices) rule broken, pets were allowed in the garden…to nap.
Wonder dogs next to weeded and hilled potato plants